Unsaid speech anxiety
I bury bye in the night.
Windows towers - all on the road,
I see a weak candle flame.
Whether to wait for a late meeting the agreed,
I know - a young heart in a way, –
The scent of an unknown meeting
The heart wants to shake and bloom.
On this night, fragrant dew,
Like wet passions words,
Hard fall on soft Spit -
Morning will burn head…
But neskázannoy speech anxiety
Goodbye to the night - not a lot.
Weak flame looking down the road,
Bright flame shivers in teremu.
6 December 1901